There is something about this photo that asked me to write about it. Yes, it’s the blue wall or door. Of course it is the blueness.
I’m imagining driving across the the subtle hues of dry lands and being startled by this rich hue, this utter coolness in the midst of dust. It’s a pleasant thing after all, the blueness.
Should I stop and obliterate my imaginings with reality? No, I’ll drive on and I let the blue remain in my mind just as it was the moment I saw it.